tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38564446606534927412014-10-07T01:30:51.575-04:00Auribus tenere lupumThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-37700208040881514232012-04-02T05:56:00.001-04:002012-04-02T05:57:57.775-04:00Catching Up Again: Part 1<div class="MsoNormal">Yeah, I know. I need to post more often.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://thedarknessandiareone.blogspot.com/2012/03/last-night.html#comment-form" style="color: #674ea7;">So I’m standing outside the door</a> when all of the sudden my rampant paranoia kicks into overdrive for no apparent reason. I immediately started looking around for the Rake, thinking I was about to get mauled. Then I hear Eternity yell something, and the next thing I know I’m being attacked by a proxy. She jumped on my back and got me in a chokehold, which I managed to get free of. Then we scuffled some more until Eternity appeared and put an end to it by stabbing Miss Proxy in the arm and then knocking her upside the head.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We then searched the unconscious proxy’s pockets and found a note containing orders, a phone number and an address… (Seriously, who just carries around important information on their person like that? Not the best idea.)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">As I looked down at the unconscious proxy, I had a thought. We faked being Runners…so why not fake being proxies?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I smiled and Eternity gave me another strange look.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">By the way, Eternity told me to say that she's still alive.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-65042731456480607992012-02-26T20:36:00.001-05:002012-02-26T20:39:34.434-05:00...Legs.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Not much too reportt on my end. During<a href="http://thedarknessandiareone.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-actual-fuck.html"><span style="color: #674ea7;"> this</span></a>, I was skipping merrily around the other side of the park, blissfully unaware of the whole ordeal.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: white;">Speaking of; what sick bastard went and said “oh hey, you know what would be cool? A forest full of fucking legs! That’ll be fun to walk around in at night!” Why would…why would you even…What sane person comes up with something like that? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>No…wait… found him.</span> </span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Wikipedia</span><span style="color: blue;"> <span style="color: white;">names him</span> </span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Magdalena Abakanowicz.</span><span lang="EN" style="color: blue;"> </span></span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: white;">Is he mentally deranged or something? I mean, come on. Legs? Legs?! He could of&nbsp;at least stuck some arms on there or had them brightly colored, but oh no. Instead, the sadistic son of a bitch decides to have a bunch of half-Mannequins standing around in a park.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">But then again I could be overeacting. Fucking cities. Too much noise. I much prefer the country life, away from…everyone. There’s nothing quite like a large concentration of people to remind you how insufferably moronic the human race is, ya know?</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Sorry, sorry. I get snippy when I don’t get my full four hours of sleep every night. I hate lions.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">I did wake up with some claw marks on my arms four days ago, but I didn’t really have the energy to freak out about it. Or tell Eternity.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Aaannnddd that’s all I feel like talking about right now.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-19063864393347996312012-01-19T22:30:00.003-05:002012-01-19T22:33:06.734-05:00Catching Up<div class="MsoNormal">Hmmm… I haven’t posted in a long time, have I? Well I’ve been busy, so shut up. Eternity’s last post was on December 30<sup>th</sup>, I believe… Ok, I’ll start there.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Walking. It was fine for the first couple of miles. We even met this awesome farmer guy (seriously, he was awesome), but then it got really cold.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Problem: We had no transportation to that city in Illinois (Chicago), and were afraid to risk anybody’s life for a ride.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Solution: We stole a car! I got it unlocked and Eternity hot-wired it. I’m sure no one will notice. It’s a real clunker. Probably did its owner a favor by getting rid of it for them. Hehehehe.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Three days later we were in Chicago. Ah, Chicago. It’s a pretty nice place, ya know, for a city. With lots of people. And no trees. Or breathing room…buildings everywhere…closing in around me…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">This place is horrible. But on the bright side, we’re far less likely to see the Rake running around here. So that’s…comforting. Yeah. Haven’t seen the Rake anywhere for a long time. <span style="color: #999999; font-size: xx-small;">It’s planning something I just know it…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">After we reached Chicago, the trail went cold. We kinda aimlessly wandered the streets after that. My map trick doesn’t work anymore, along with most of my magic, something which I’m extremely confused and slightly pissed about. Also, I’m pretty sure I hadn’t slept in three or so days. Sekhmet is prowling through my dreams in a really alarming way, and Id rather not talk about it, so…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal">We aimlessly walked the streets for days on end in grim silence, prowling relentlessly through shadow-ridden back allies, hoping against hope that a lead would happen across our path. But alas, none came. And just then, when all hope had begun to fade…epiphany.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So I was all like, “Let’s be Runners!” and Eternity gave me a really strange look.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-88994664466616694972011-12-28T04:27:00.000-05:002011-12-28T04:27:09.357-05:00Christmas…...was nice and uneventful. <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The Rake made itself scarce (probably because of <a href="http://theswordofknowledge-faustus.blogspot.com/2011/12/twas-six-nights-before-christmas.html"><span style="color: #674ea7;">this</span></a>), and we were able to stop for a little Christmas dinner.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So yes...completely uneventful, though I did have an unnerving dream in which Sekhmet just stared at me in a really creepy way.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-659787713525357472011-12-22T07:21:00.001-05:002011-12-22T07:25:13.234-05:00It’s cold.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And sleeting. I hate this state.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Luckily for me, we won’t be in this godforsaken state for much longer. Huzzah.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">After<span style="color: #351c75;"> </span><a href="http://thedarknessandiareone.blogspot.com/2011/12/shack.html"><span style="color: #674ea7;">that</span></a> happened, we tried the map trick again. You may recall that the map trick requires a beetle. This was problematic, as one doesn’t see many beetles flying around in winter. Had to go into a few stores (and one hotel) to find some of those nasty little ladybug look-alikes and collect them in a jar. Got some really weird looks in the process, but the main thing is I found some beetles. The spell took three tries, but we have our destination. A city in <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Illinois</place></state> called…I don’t know. I have no clue where we’re going. Eternity has the map and I don’t want to get too close to it lest I accidentally destroy it. My magic is still very much on the fritz.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Oh and also…I shot the Rake several days ago. Not in anger, but as an experiment. (Ok, I may have been a little angry.) Honestly, it sounded like a great idea at the time. Unfortunately, 20 gauge birdshot harmlessly bounces of the Rake’s hide, so I’m going to have to switch to a more lethal ammunition…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Anyways<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">…</i>birdshot only pisses the Clawed One off. SC, however, is still quite effective in deterring the Rake. And, thankfully, I had a Supersoker filled with the stuff with me as backup, so I got away from the encounter scot-free, though I did get scolded by Eternity. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Think I was going to mention something else… Ah well. Must not have been important.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-47293342634832090462011-11-09T05:59:00.005-05:002011-11-09T05:59:00.425-05:00Fuck Indiana<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hate this place. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It’s chilly, rainy, and full of places for the Rake to ambush us. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I also hate the (probably non-existent) shack.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Still have not found it. Map “trick” did not narrow down our search at all. This better be one impressive shack.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Spent two weeks running after some goddamned phone-stealing stick-carrying proxy. Who the fuck hides in a playground anyways? That bastard was just <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">begging</i> to be kicked in the head. I don’t care that he was lost and needed to contact his cohorts. You don’t force me to run around <place w:st="on"><state w:st="on">Indiana</state></place> for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">weeks</i> on end trying to get a phone back. He and his funny looking stick can go straight to Hell. In fact, I told him to go to hell, among other things. In Latin. I may have Cursed him, actually. Can’t bring myself to feel bad about it.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">...</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Eternity stole my shotgun. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">That’s fine. I’m putting together an anti-Rake water gun anyways. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Fucking <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">herding</i> us…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And I did not try to drive off without her as revenge. I was merely attempting to run over the Rake.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-31709098220794880182011-10-21T01:58:00.000-04:002011-10-21T01:58:24.743-04:00Town Trip<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We drove into town yesterday. The Rake hissed at the car as we left, but didn’t make any move to stop us. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The place the map led us to is a house. While Eternity was deciding whether to break into the house or announce our presence, I decided to walk up to the front door and knock. I figured that if the owner of the house was hostile, I could just demand information at gunpoint. Or pretend to be a government official. I’m relatively certain I could get away with that…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Handgun hidden behind my back, I knocked. Guess who answered the door? A proxy. <a href="http://huntingblackhawk.blogspot.com/2011/09/recovering.html"><span style="color: #674ea7;">The proxy we held hostage in my basement.</span></a> I smiled and said, “Hi! Do you mind if we come in and talk to you for a sec?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And talk we did. I don’t feel like retelling the entire conversation right now….Eternity can if she feels like it…she did most of the talking anyway. But no blood was shed, so our chat was pleasant enough. I guess the reason for that is the proxy is grateful that we didn’t kill him while we were holding him hostage, even though he attacked us. Or something. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t paying attention to the whole conversation. Got distracted...</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I did however pay attention when he mentioned that Hypnos had kept Hawk in his basement. I asked if he would let us look around his basement, and he was kind enough to oblige us. It was more of a bunker, really. Eternity snooped around while I made sure that the proxy wasn’t going to lock us in. He didn’t offer to, but I really don’t trust people.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">He also told us about the next place they had taken Hawk. A shack in <state w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Indiana</place></state>…the location of the shack was already marked on the map, but it’s nice to know exactly what we’re looking for. The place could’ve been a freaking cave for all I knew.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We left the proxy’s home, and I remembered that I needed to do some shopping.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was about halfway done with my shopping. As we were walking to the next store....well….it went like this:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">“Got the Super Soakers… Hey, let’s stop at this hardware store for a sec. I need some more PVC pipe and a few feet of hose. Oh, heheh, just had a idea. We need to get some balloons too. Or do I already have some? Better buy some just in case. Let’s go to Wal-Mart after this. That okay with you? …Eternity?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">All the blood had drained from her face. She was staring at something, openmouthed. I drew my handgun and looked around, but didn’t see anything. I cocked my head and stared at her, then waved my hand in front of her face. Nothing. Suddenly feeling cold despite my warm clothes, I gave her a shove, and she finally snapped out of it.&nbsp;She glared at Him (still didn’t see anything, but I figured it was Him), and chucked one of her knives at Him. Then we ran back to the car and went straight home.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So…...that was……..yeah.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I can’t see Him, I guess… </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Is that a good thing?</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-17977226936402092012011-10-18T02:00:00.005-04:002011-10-18T02:08:54.825-04:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><a href="http://thedarknessandiareone.blogspot.com/2011/10/woods.html"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Our little trip into the woods was nerve-racking, to say the least, but at least we found Hypnos’ former camp.</span></a> The camp is well defended with tree stands, trenches, and wards...my <span style="color: white;">wards.</span> They copied my wards. As soon as I stepped into camp, it felt like my bones itched. I smiled when I realized what was causing the feeling... How ironic. Luckily, the sensation wasn’t strong. Eternity didn’t seem to notice it at all, actually.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">I toyed with the notion of sabotaging the wards, but decided against it. It’s a nice camp. It’s a really nice camp. In fact, I hereby declare that camp as mine. I’ll re-ward it and put a semi-permanent deer blind there later.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">After we found the area where they had been keeping Hawk, the Rake herded us back to the house. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Herded</i> us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">And what the fuck is wrong with the Rake now? It’s lost Its mind. Ripping the woods apart, testing my wards constantly...and that fucking screeching. God, that screeching. Words cannot describe it. Oh yeah, and the staring. That’s fun too. As a general rule, I do not, under any circumstances, look the Rake in Its black, soulless eyes. Do you know how hard it is to avoid looking something in the eye when all it does for hours is stare directly at you? The Rake acts like It wants to kill Eternity too...but is it my imagination or does It look at me with slightly more loathing than It does her?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">So what’s changed? I haven’t antagonized It any more than usual lately. Well, so long as the wards hold It off, there’s no cause for alarm. Creepy fucker. I never did figure out what It wanted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span>Anyways, the second place the beetle stopped on the map was a nearby town, so we’re heading there sometime tomorrow.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Also, Eternity said something about a “destructive anti-Rake water gun apparatus.” Which reminds me. I need to buy a dozen Super Soakers while we’re in town tomorrow. And the materials to build a couple of those backpack water gun things.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-57870007158831621172011-09-30T16:24:00.000-04:002011-09-30T16:24:10.562-04:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We are preparing to go after Hawk.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Eternity was pretty adamant about going by herself. I weaseled my way into going with her by pointing out that I was the one who let the bitch-proxy in. Since, you know, this is mostly my fault, I feel like I should help get Hawk back.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I also consider Hawk a friend, and I <em>want </em>to help get him back.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Personally, I think the only reason she’s letting me come with is because the first few points on the map are in areas I’ve been to before.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-63399683312855137122011-09-29T01:28:00.005-04:002011-09-29T01:34:49.981-04:00Should’ve just left it there.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">Let me start off by saying that this is all my fault. It really is. From what I figure, Curtis’ body was like a request to come across wards. And I, in my <em>infinite</em> wisdom, brought the body onto the property, thereby inviting the ‘sadistic little bitch’ onto our side of the wards. …or something to that affect. I’m not explaining it well, but I guess it doesn’t matter. The bitch got across, and it’s my fault.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">Okay….. <u>He</u> was here, apparently. Eternity saw Him. But it’s all good. Things are…still fine…yeah……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">My sneaking suspicion was right. Every spell I tried on my own failed, which is rather odd. Sometimes the spells just wouldn’t work, other times something would break or catch on fire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">So, </span><a href="http://thedarknessandiareone.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-real-dream-weve-decided.html"><span style="color: #674ea7;">after re-tracing Eternity’s dream and checking her head, I freaked out a little</span></a><span style="color: white;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">.</span> Just a little. During my minor freak-out (which I quickly recovered from), I decided to spontaneously phone a friend for ideas on how to track Hawk, since everything I had tried so far…had not worked.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">She had some good ideas that I wanted to try out. Then the weird things started happening. The floodlights turned on unexpectedly and blinded me when I tried to cast at night, it would start downpouring when I tried to cast outside during the day, a landmine would randomly go off and break my concentration...stuff like that. My favorite was the dead bird dropping from the sky into my lap mid-cast.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">I was running out of ideas, but then Mystery told me a spell with Eternity as its focus. The spell identifies Hawk and Eternity with Isis and Horus, and <place w:st="on">Isis</place>’s hunt for Osiris.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">We sat under the nearest sycamore tree to try out the spell. I grabbed a map of the country, drew the hieroglyph for Horus, Isis, and Osiris on the back of it, and had Eternity write Hawk’s name and birthdate on the back of it as well.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">Then Eternity brought me a tiny piece of what looked like Hawk’s clothing. I found a beetle (which represented a scarab), and attached the tiny bit of fabric to it. That was…really hard, but I got it attached to the beetle using a tiny piece of tape.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">I had Eternity read parts of the story of <place w:st="on">Isis</place>’s hunt for Osiris. Once she was done, she dropped the beetle onto the map. The beetle was supposed to wander around the map, and any place it paused or stopped was a place Hawk may have been. The was what the beetle was supposed to do. But, as soon as the beetle hit the map, it curled up and died.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">We sat staring at the beetle for a moment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Hm. It’s not supposed to do that.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">“…” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">I looked up and saw the look on Eternity’s face. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">“Ah-hold on, I’ll find another one. That beetle must have been really old or something. Just give me…a second here…” I got up and hunted down another beetle.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">We did the spell over, and thankfully it worked. And now we have a map. And since the map is in danger of spontaneously combusting if left in my presence for too long, I gave it to Eternity for safe keeping.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;">I need to look into the magic issue….</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-26550333221789677742011-09-21T17:50:00.002-04:002011-09-21T17:52:58.992-04:00Absens<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #999999;">sigh</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">What a mess.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Just…everything.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://thedarknessandiareone.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck.html"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I had to drug Eternity</span></a><span style="color: #674ea7;">.</span> I'm sure she'll be pissed, but, she wanted to go after Hawk. I would have let her…I would have gone with her, even…but the Rake was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">right there</i>. Laughing. Apparently Eternity was too frantic to hear It. We would have been ripped apart. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I can’t believe we didn’t wake up…Alex didn’t even twitch….I felt no warning whatsoever… And now, I feel…unnaturally calm…sick…tired. Guilty? Rational...</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">That’s not right.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I need to think out my.…<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">our..</i>next move. I have several things in mind. But I need Eternity to be sane for that. And awake. She’ll be out for several more hours. While she’s out, I’m going to try some things to locate him. Divination…if you can even call it that, and a sort of tracking spell. If they don’t work, and I have a sneaking suspicion they won’t…I don’t know how I know that…I’ll try them again tonight, in the wetlands at the back of the property. It will be a good night for it, since…heh. Never mind.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Hm. I’ll post again later.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-71510048580847173192011-09-15T02:22:00.001-04:002011-09-15T02:24:35.662-04:00Well…I couldn’t just leave it there.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We left Curtis’ body nailed to the tree because it was outside the wards. As horrible as that is, Hawk and Eternity figured it was just too dangerous to step outside the wards because of the Rake. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what they thought. They didn’t say anything, but they made no move to fetch his body. Since the Rake is now killing anything that it can get its claws into, it would’ve been logical to just ignore the body.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But, ya know, I’m not logical. According to Eternity, I am insane. And she’d be right.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">While Eternity finally got Hawk to sit down at the table and eat, I casually slipped outside and grabbed a hammer from the garage. I set everything that would slow me down besides the hammer (shotgun, two M-80s, machete, shoes, jacket, large red pipe wrench) in a pile, and slinked over to the property line. Curtis’ body was a ways outside the wards…don’t know how far exactly. I can’t judge distances.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I stared into the woods. The Rake hadn’t been sited for three hours, and I reeked of SC and rue, but that all meant nothing. I thought about asking the Fae to see if there was anything threatening nearby, but decided against it. Either the Fae are completely ignoring me now, or I just can’t sense them anymore. Either way, they are completely unhelpful.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Not seeing anything, and not hearing anything other than birds, I cautiously made my way to Curtis’ body. I got the body off the tree and slung it over my shoulder, surprised at how light it was. I started to stagger back to the house, no longer able to move quietly. I was halfway there when I heard something rustling behind me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I froze, twitching slightly. When had the birds gone quiet?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I got the feeling that I was about to die horribly and I heard the Rake snarl. I quickly made my way back to the property line with the Rake in hot pursuit. I almost made it too, but the Rake swiped at me and caught me on the back of my left leg just as I stepped over the wards. Thrown off by the body’s weight, I did a (no doubt impressive) flying summersault type maneuver and landed in a heap in the landmine crater on the front lawn.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The Rake actually followed me across the wards a little, before hissing and shuffling backwards. Guess they still repel it…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The cut on my leg is shallow, but it really fucking hurts. I’ll be walking with a slight limp for a few days until it stops hurting, but it was worth it. Why’d I do it? Because I felt like it.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I regret nothing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Not sure what we’re going to do with the body now that we have it. Cremation is definitely out; the smell of burning human flesh makes me nauseous (don’t ask how I know that), and it might attract predators (Possum).</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now I’m going to go curl up on the couch with my cat. No more shenanigans for tonight, I promise.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-91760092151641772792011-09-05T02:12:00.000-04:002011-09-05T02:12:54.506-04:00Was going to post this earlier-<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">-but I was too busy I was going around painting large ‘Xs’ all over the outside of the house, the attic, the basement, and the crawlspace. Carved them into a few trees as well. Besides, most of what happened has already been told by Eternity and Hawk.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They got across the wards… I have no idea what Hypnos did to his minions, but it allowed them to cross the wards. Sure, the wards keep the hell-beast out (I <em>hope</em>...), but some mind-fuckery from Hypnos renders them useless. Shit. (Yes, I made them correctly, so shut up.)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And they only stepped on ONE mine. What a rip off. At least the landmine detonated like it was supposed to. (I made more landmines…<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">a lot</i> more landmines. And two gallons of rue oil. I also put some rue into pouches. Everyone is now required to have these pouches with them at all times. No exceptions. This includes the cat and Alex.) But anyways-</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I flinched as I heard the window in the next room shatter. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Son of a-</i> Hawk darted into the other room, leaving me with the bastard who just broke my door. The proxy lunged at me with what looked like a pipe, and swung it at my head. Instead of shooting him point-blank in the chest, I remembered the kill-shot policy and ducked. He nailed me in the arm and made me drop my shotgun, then swung the pipe at my head again. I dodged it and pulled the machete I had hanging from my belt out of its sheath. We traded blows for a while, but our skirmish came to an abrupt end when I retrieved my shotgun and smashed the butt of it into the side of his head. He went down, got back up, and proceeded to stagger back outside. Then Hawk ran back into the room.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The warded rocks were a last ditch effort that worked wonderfully (thank you Mystery). If they hadn’t worked, I would have completely disregarded the no-kill policy. Yes, yes, I know. Killing is bad. I know this. I agree with this. Really, I do. Just let it be known that I will kill anything that comes after my adopted family…unless the adopted family says otherwise.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And now we have a screaming minion tied up in a spare room. Alex is really happy about that… he’s been growling at the door for two hours. (Hypnos…you offer is being carefully considered...we’ll let you know shortly…)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The yard is a complete disaster. I feel my eye twitch every time I look at the charred grass and large crater left from the explosives. But all in all, I think we fared pretty well. The bullet graze on Eternity’s arm and the cut on Hawk’s face are the worst of our injuries. Most of the damage to the house has been repaired, except for the window. I ended up duct taping a large piece of cardboard (lightly sprayed SC and with an ‘X’ drawn on it) over its remains. I’ll fix it eventually.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 1.0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 1.0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Hypnos has a lot of underlings. I wonder how many the Rake brought down? Maybe Possum got a few; he’s usually out at night. Though…he isn’t all that aggressive. At least I’ve never seen him be aggressive.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">(I’ve also started a mini rue garden)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-16644511472884376742011-09-02T00:19:00.000-04:002011-09-02T00:19:59.583-04:00Friday<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It’s officially Friday.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Let’s dance, Hypnos.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Vale</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-16758526117576826022011-09-01T14:48:00.000-04:002011-09-01T14:48:51.039-04:00Wednesday, Thursday…<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Hypnos is keeping his word, apparently. No surprise attacks so far…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Had a dream about Sekhmet that I can barely remember. I remember her staring down at me from the top of a cliff or something. She bared her teeth in what I think was a grin, and then vanished. Hell’s bells, Sekhmet is frightening.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The Rake’s been agitated as of late. Maybe he’ll be in a better mood after he eats a few proxies.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-58188767587516850772011-08-30T20:37:00.000-04:002011-08-30T20:37:00.822-04:00And Now We Wait<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Hypnos has thrown down the gauntlet, and shall be attacking Friday. Fine with me. Got some things I want to try out. Hehehehehe.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-47083723483229150362011-08-25T23:33:00.000-04:002011-08-25T23:33:03.937-04:00It’s really quiet around here.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And it’s slowly driving me insane. Besides the incident with the arm, nothing of interest has happened here. Eternity is getting a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">little </i>paranoid, not that I blame her. At least she isn’t pacing around the house with a shotgun…that would be me. Hawk and Alex keep giving me concerned looks…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We haven’t seen anyone or anything. No proxies, no Rake. Faustus hasn’t seen the Rake either, actually. I’ve seen Possum around, but he stays at the back of the property for the most part.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">If Hypnos is nearby and plotting something, then I really want to make a preemptive strike, but I can’t think of way to do that without starting a large forest fire. And the weather has screwed up my plans…stupid rain. I hope Hypnos got struck my lightning.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So, plan #1. I’m going to make a ward that I can tie around an arrow. Then I’ll shoot the arrow into a tree on the other side of the main wards. Simple. Easy to remember. The trees won’t like it, but I doubt it’s any worse than carving symbols into them. I have a few flawed arrows that I’ll use, ‘cause I don’t like losing the good ones. Going outside of the main wards will still be unsafe, as the new wards won’t be as strong. Still, it’s a deterrent. And I need to do something productive before I snap.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Uh oh. Bad thought. Could they be..? Nah. Last time I checked, the Rake and Slendy weren’t on friendly terms……right? …I’m just gonna go make some of that rue oil now.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Oh yeah, I wanted to make some land mines as well, but I decided against it….or did I? I forget. Hehehehehe.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-65071512075229983742011-08-18T23:50:00.000-04:002011-08-18T23:50:24.616-04:00One Down<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Still half asleep, I stumbled down the stairs around 8am this morning and made my way to the kitchen. I mumbled a “g’morning” to Hawk and Eternity who were sitting at the table, eating breakfast. Walking to the door, I grabbed the shotgun that was leaning against the doorframe and went out to get the mail I had&nbsp;left in the box&nbsp;yesterday. Almost to the mailbox, I tripped over an arm.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Huh.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I stared at it for a while, blinking in confusion. Why..? Why was there an arm in the driveway? I looked around for the rest of the body, but found nothing. No blood. No ripped up clothing. Just…a sleeveless human arm. Did Eternity and Hawk have both their arms? I thought they did. Surely I would have noticed if they didn’t, right? Probably. Losing interest, I kicked the arm across the wards and continued on to the mailbox.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Of course, once I read Hawk’s post, it made sense. Apparently the Rake had retrieved his victim’s arm and tossed it into the driveway. What the hell was that proxy thinking? Was he suicidal? Was he coming to talk to us? </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">You know what? I can’t bring myself to care.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-57322106672942687772011-08-16T02:26:00.000-04:002011-08-16T02:26:47.571-04:00That was relaxing.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">After sitting up in a tree for four hours, I’m feeling better. That may have something to do with the fact that I took a pot shot at one of Hypnos’ lackeys with a handgun and miraculously hit him in the arm, but whatever. I’m fine now. And I’m starting to get better at “going invisible.” And Shady is back. Now I feel great.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">And…I should probably apologize for scaring the hell out of Eternity. I walked into the house while still “invisible” and “appeared” right next to her while she looked out the window, trying to figure out where that gunshot had come from. Sorry Eternity. My bad…eheh.</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-43624248775497351732011-08-15T18:39:00.000-04:002011-08-15T18:39:16.892-04:00Fuck. You. Hypnos.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">That was a low blow, Hypnos. Though I suppose my dream gave you the perfect opportunity...<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It was rather brilliant of you to pick this particular dream to enter, actually. I was so focused on beating the living hell out of my arch nemesis (let’s call him Z, mmk?), that I didn’t even notice you sneak into my head.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Of course I threw you out in less than thirty seconds, but really, what did you expect? I mean, why would you take that motherfucker’s form?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">So, yeah. Hypnos snuck into my head while I was dreaming of a showdown between myself and Z. This dream is more or less a lucid dream, and I’ve had it before. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">So the dream was in full swing. As per usual, Z and I were jumping around and trying to rip each other’s heads off in creative ways. Swords, shape shifting, lightning bolts, ect. Suddenly, and completely out of nowhere, Z falters. This had never happened before. And, really, shame on me for not noticing that Z was actually Hypnos at this point.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">I shifted into a lioness and went after “Z,” happy to have finally caught him. Then I noticed how cold it had gotten. Feeling that something was wrong, I skidded to a halt, slipping and sliding and wondering where the fuck all this ice had come from.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">When he turned to face me, I immediately knew that this man was an unwelcome presence in my mind. No longer caught up in the dream, I stared at “Z,” not even bothering to shift back into a human.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">“What’s the matter, little trickster?” he mocked, using Z’s nickname for me. He had Z’s voice, Z’s condescending way of talking, and, hell, he even <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">stood</i> like Z. If it wasn’t for his eyes and the fact that he had changed things in the dream without my consent, I wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">The new landscape was unstable and dark. Everything was shifting. It was just so…wrong. And I was…not happy. I lunged at Hypnos, and at the same time I-I don’t even know. Mentally lashed out, I guess? It’s hard to describe, but Hypnos flinched like I’d punched him, and disappeared b<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">efore I could sink my claws into him. </span></span><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">I managed to wake myself up, and immediately wished I hadn’t.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">It felt like there was an angry horse in my skull, kicking the hell out of my brain. Hello migraine. I curled up into a ball under the covers, and noticed the nosebleed. I really didn’t think about it much, but now I’m pretty sure I kneed myself in the face while I was asleep. Thus the nosebleed…and the mild bruising.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Proxies: You should all play Eternity’s game. It would solve a lot of your problems. Plus it’ll be fun.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">So yes. I’m fine. Perfectly fine. Perfectly calm. Never felt more levelheaded in all my life. So. Damn. Calm. Have I mentioned that I do not like dreamwalkers? I think I have, somewhere along the line.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I’m going to go sit in a tree.</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-23951149371573246132011-08-15T03:13:00.000-04:002011-08-15T03:13:53.854-04:00You bastard son of a bitch.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">So here’s what I’m going to do.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">I’m going to stop my nosebleed, and I’m going to take some aspirin. Once I’m done with that, I’m going to laugh at you for at least five minutes, and then I’m taking a nap. Feel free to interrupt this one as well. After all, it worked out so well the last time, novice. And yes, you are a novice, aren’t you? I can tell. You were there, but you had no power whatsoever, much like a hologram. Course, I couldn’t touch you either…but still-</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">-I guarantee you won’t be able to do that again. You’ve got my full attention now, dreamwalker.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Anyways… Once I wake up, I’m going to write up a post&nbsp;on our little encounter.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;">Hawk, Eternity, don’t expect me to be awake before noon. I’m fine, just sleeping. Could you feed Alex and the cat for me?</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-51386905746147583462011-08-11T18:36:00.000-04:002011-08-11T18:36:56.258-04:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I wander off to stalk someone with a strange symbol on their jacket for a d<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">ay</span> (turned out to be nothing), and come back to find a headless deer near my lawn and several blog posts saying that someone else has gone missing? Well shit. Like Hawk said, people need to stop disappearing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">On a lighter note, I made some ‘dream pillows’ for Hawk and Eternity. Without going into detail, the dream pillows are pillows stuffed with some herbs and ect that will help prevent psychic attacks and promote a peaceful sleep. Will they keep Hypnos away completely? No. Will they make things a little more difficult for Hypnos? Most definitely. Well…hopefully. They’re better than nothing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">According to <u>Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs</u>, blueberries are supposed to give you some protection while you’re under psychic attack. Hope they like blueberries.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Think I’ll make some dream catchers as well. Not sure what I’m going to make them with yet.<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And I don’t care what this says about me, but I want to eat that deer. I love venison.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-91591727977301673852011-08-07T02:39:00.000-04:002011-08-07T02:39:15.108-04:00Home<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Been home for a while, actually. Got home, gave Hawk and Eternity some mobile wards, showed them around a little, showed them their rooms, advised them not to go outside at night (because of Possum), and then I curled up in bed. I think my energy is on the fritz again…soon as I stepped in the door, a light flickered and went out. Then I fell asleep for…I don’t know how long. Eheh, I’m not being a very good host.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I didn’t bother taking the ‘copter back to it’s owner yet, I just landed it in the field on my property. Have to do that tomorrow, since my car is still in the airport parking lot. Need to pick up the pets as well.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Looks like everyone’s asleep. Since I’m awake, I think I’ll make two slightly modified dream pillows.</div><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Valete</span></div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-68143731897098180792011-08-06T02:44:00.000-04:002011-08-06T02:44:16.508-04:00Homeward Bound<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Either my math was off, or the guy who owns the ‘copter didn’t actually know how fast it went. It's not&nbsp;a thirteen hour flight like I originally thought,&nbsp;it's a ten hour flight. (I left at six and got there at ten instead of one…Slight miscalculation.) The ‘copter is a <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Bell</place></city> 407, one of the faster models available for the public, and I’m horrible at math, so it could have been both. Better three hours shorter than three hours longer, I guess. I’m just glad to be heading back to my own time zone.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I ended up waiting a few hours for Eternity and Hawk, which I certainly didn’t mind. I found an extra granola bar in my pack, and after I had eaten it I fell asleep. It was nice. No dreams of any kind.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was awoken by one of my “feelings,” the kind that I get right before something bad happens. Luckily, this “feeling” wasn’t the “OMG something’s coming to kill me RIGHT NOW” feeling, it was just a strong sense of unease. So I spent the next five minutes looking around in groggy suspicion. I didn’t see anything, but I happened to look at my watch (that I had set to the correct time) and was startled to realize it was 7:06pm. I grabbed my laptop and spent the next few minutes watching for a comment from Hawk or Eternity. I eventually got the .30-06 out of it’s box and set it on the seat beside me, just in case. It’s loaded with 220 grain bullets. People use that grain for hunting bear and moose. Overkill? Nah. Though the recoil might break your shoulder.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Once they scurried onto the ‘copter, I tossed them two headsets (complete with microphones….fancy) and took off at top speed. Not gonna lie…they look like hell. And they’re skinny. No worries, I have tons of food at home.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Speaking of food, that’s why I’ve stopped now. I’m really freaking hungry. I thought about stopping hours ago, but my sense of unease hadn’t faded, and my passengers were falling asleep. When my sense of unease faded completely, I started looking for a small airport, since they usually have a stash of food for the pilots and lax/no security. Found one. They had food. No security. Goody.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Just about ready to leave…we haven’t been on the ground more than five minutes but I want to get moving again. Hawk seems to agree. He’s almost as twitchy as I am…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And they keep thanking me. That’s something I’m certainly not used to… You’re welcome guys. Seriously, I don’t mind. I enjoy flying; this is like a vacation for me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Hypnos. Since you had the courtesy to warn Hawk and Eternity, I’ll do the same for you: Do not come after us. It will not end well for you.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3856444660653492741.post-78837947861833540022011-08-05T13:38:00.000-04:002011-08-05T13:40:56.857-04:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Just realized that I got here a lot sooner than expected. I was looking at my watch, which is three hours faster than the current time zone. Sorry about that guys, told you the wrong time. <br /><br />I made great time getting here. Hopefully I make good time on the way back as well.</div>ThroughTheFoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06758018176543001291noreply@blogger.com3